I was recently talking to a friend at work, and things got pretty heavy for an office conversation. Let’s call him Rod. Both of us are LA transplants, and our conversation drifted into how different our current digs are from the places we grew up. For anyone who has never made a home in Los Angeles, it is the least cohesive place that I have ever been. LA is a patchwork maze of 20 million people divided into tiny communities that don’t particularly seem to like or acknowledge each other. Everyone here lives with a sense of discomfort, from the traffic to the crowding to just the general insanity of the place.
I’m a different generation and my parents were superb at protecting me…probably too much so. You are right in discomfort makes you move forward. My sons had some similar situations as yourself and they have gone on to make remarkable lives for themselves and families such as you did.
I’ve been facing a major discomfort in my life the last couple years and your post made me realize the gifts that have also been brought to my door during this time for which I’m most grateful. Keep writing!
I’m a different generation and my parents were superb at protecting me…probably too much so. You are right in discomfort makes you move forward. My sons had some similar situations as yourself and they have gone on to make remarkable lives for themselves and families such as you did.
I’ve been facing a major discomfort in my life the last couple years and your post made me realize the gifts that have also been brought to my door during this time for which I’m most grateful. Keep writing!